I picture myself
brushing the hair
from your forehead
so I can kiss each eyelid
then your mouth
sucking life from an
orange
taking substance from
you I
can't gain for myself
I
kiss your neck and
nipple
like dangling fruit
you once admired
all stuck on the same
Yacht
all devouring brothers and sisters
I picture myself as an orange
dangling from a tree limb
for you to pick
trying my best to
shine best
in your gaze
when there are so many of us
from which to choose
I feel your long
fingers
as they wrap around
me
plucking me from this
branch
that's special piece
of fruit
that dangles here
but only for you
then, now and always
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